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THE SAVAGE-N 0. I.. Recollections of Infancy. Thou must become old; thy hands must The existence of things is not strange; tremble, thine eyes become dim, and death

What is but the power of perceiving this existence put a period to thy existence." is, beyond counprehension, wonderful. Where death?" “ Death is ihe end of life. Death shall we look for the origin of inind ? is - pothing. “I can not understand Wherce sprang the young idea? Was it that: come, let us look at my brother Quibo. produced by the imniediate agency of the Is he asleep? let us awake' him. His face Almighty One? or is it a necessary emana- is cold ; his eyes are closed ; his linibs are tion from the great fountain of nature, the suiff: he is deud. If I touch him, he cannot soul of the universe ? Our first thought has feel me; If I cry, he cannot liear me; Should perished for e er; no exeriion of ours can ! pull oren his eyes, he would not see ine: bring it up from the gulf of oblivion : yot, he is dead. Why did he lie down on this we inay awaken the recollection of times bed and die? Why did he fall asleep and long pist; we may hid the scenes of child- die ? I will run wild on the hills. I will hood pass again Lefore us; and reir.emler nerer lie down to sleep, any more. I will

, with pleasure the early excursions of the not die.unfledged mind.

My dear boy, look at Quibo: he has When we first become conscicus of our fvet, but he cannot walk; he has hands, but own existence, every thing is new-every he cannot bend his tow, or take an arrow thing delightlui. We inquire not whence from his quiver; he has eyes, but he cannot we came; we rejoice because we are. see the sun rise among the trees of the The brisk circulation of the blood and the forest : the life-the spirit-the thought of kindly flow of the animal spirits impel us to Quibo is gone away to the land of souls." action. We find it impossible to control the Sudden as a flash of lightning froin a sumTumultuous emotions of exultatii n and j' y. mer cloud, sprang up a new and delightful We have no power to remain in one place idea: Quibo is not all dead; his thought is or continue silent: we run, we scream, we gone to another country.

o Where is the leap “like roes or young harts on the moun- land of souls ?". Oconi-mico took me by tains of spices." But this blissful period the hand and led me to the door of our hut. passes away as a dreain, and visits us ne “ Raise your eyes, my son, and observe those

Our prospec's become suddenly red clouds in the heavens." * I observe darkened : : some faint idea of evil, of sorruw, them." “Do you see those blue mountains, and of death, passes through the mind. whose towering summits are mixed with

The first thought concerning the final the descending clouds?". " I see them." period of our joys and of our existence is.. Beyond these inountains, there is a wide inexpressibly distressing. “ Must 1 dic river; beyond that river, there is a great also ?" said. I to the sage. Oconi-inico- country; on the other side of that country, “ must I die, as well as Quibo? “ Thou there is a world of water ; in that water must also die,"answered Oconi-mico.“ Shall there are a thouşand islands: the sun is I vo'more walk? Shall I no more climb up gone down among them. These islands the mountain of buffaloes ? Shall I no more are full of fruit trees and streams of water. shake the fruit from the beautiful pawpaw A thousand buffalues and ten thousand deer tree, or swim in the waters of 'I'nckabatchee! graže on the hills or ruininate in the valShall I no more, dear Oconi-mico, shall I leys." “ When I die, shall I become an no moie see the sun rise among the trees of inhabitant of those islands ?" the forest?" "My dear child," said Oconi- frienils; become a great warrior; and when mico, “ behold the stalks of maize, do they you die, the good spirit will convey you to flourish longer than one season? Observe the land of souls, where Quibo is.". Who the trees of the forest; they grow old and is the good spirit?. Where is he?" « He become rotten: must a man live for ever ? is above the stars; he sends down the rain



" Love your

the hail, and the son ; and he passes by in bottom of a well, probably to signify that it the wild tornado." Bid children, like the was acquired by immense labor and with son of Ottoma, go down into the earth, to a great difficulty. These philosophers havo dark place, where dwell the wicked spirits. thought proper to bring up truth from tho My chilil, your mind is farigued as well as shades; but a much inore numerous clase your body. You must go to rest. To-inor- has deduced ils origin from above. Was it row you shall see Quibo."

the angel Gabriel that brought down the He took me in his arms and bore me to leaves of the koran for the illustrious Momy couch: he wiped away the tears from hammed? These were said to contain the my cheeks with the back of his hand, adding, very quintessence of uuth, and teach every

Rest in peace : the good being will send thing that was necessary to be known by down his angels to watch over your sluni- the children of men. bers." I slept; and sweet was my repose, How many gois, and how many goddesses, What can soothe and calm the mind like at different times, hare left the starry pave. the protection of a great and benevolent inent of the celestial regions and come down being? The child may repose confidence for our instruction and entertainment ! in the arm of its father: but, to whom shall Among the Greeks and among the Romans, the father look up for support? H. is con- how many sages caught inspiration ! how scious of his own weakness, and feels his many sibyts uttered the oracles of the didependence on every thing that surrounds vinity! Yet, notwithstanding all the bę. him. He cannot subject nature to his em- nevolent exertions of gods and demi-gods, pire, nor drive the planets from their orbits. heroes and sages, we still remained enMust he su'mit to the operation of cau ies velope:t in thick dark pss until the “dayanl effects? Must he die and be forgot en spring froin on high" shed its effulgence on forever? Or is there any truth in the con- the earth and even yet we grope through sólatory invitation : "Come unto me, a l ye a darkness that may be feli ; we wanger that are weary and hervy-laden, and I will cheerlessly through the “valley of the give you rest. Christians! Your religion eliadow of death" where no one can afford sounds sweetly in the ears of a weak anil us assistance. erring creature, like man. It speaks to the What is trnth? and where can it be found! heart, affords a refuge to the miserable, and The chemist expects to find it in his cruciprovides a remedy for every evil: but I can- ble; the mathematician sees it in a triangle, not divest myself of my original opinions. a circle, or å parallelogram; and the metaHow indelin e are the inspressions we're- physician discovers it in the eternal fitness ceive in childhood! Fifiy summers have of things. browned my visage, and fifty winters hive Great was the search, some hundred furrowed my cheek; yet still the maxims years ago, for the philosopher's stone, for of Oconi-mico are deeply engraven on the the alkahest, and for the elixir of life; but tablets of my mind. The sun of science has some sceptics assert that there is no philostriven in vain to dissipate the darkness of sopher's stonc, no alkahest, no elixir of my superstition; still I se my god in the lié. black cloud, and listen to “the voice of his Some have drawn a comparison between excellency” in the thunder; still he reigns these alchemists and the investigators of in the tempest, and pisses by in the turn do. truth: they assert there is no truth in a well:

Navigators inform me that there is no they arer that it is not to be found in the heaven for Indians in the southern seas; yet crucible of the chemist; and they pronounce, my fancy can people still a thousand islands without hesitation, that there is no such with the brave spirits of my forefathers. thing as a circle, a triangle, or a paralleloStill I see their shadowy forms chase the gram in nature. They say that when wo feeling deer over visionary hills, and I sigh follow truth we pursue a phantom of the for their company and their joys.

imagination, and are led away by an ignus To be continued.

fatuus which will entice us forward to

swamps of difficulty, to a region o doubig What is Truth?

and a land of shadows. They tell us that the What is truth? This inquiry has beu theory of the metaphysician is equally er. made by the isands in all ages of the world, roticous; thai there is no eternal fitness of yet still remains unanswered. We have things; that there is nothing but discorHeither discovered what it is, nor where it dance and opposition in rebus natura. may be found. Some of the ancients went When tired with this scepʻical philosophy, down to look for this jewel in the bowels of we may listen to the precepts of another not the earth. They said that truth was at the less gloomy. Truth, they say, may exist,

but is unworthy of so much lator and fa- tains her secrets, their happiness is blighted. tigue. There may be such a thing as the Foolish men! to break the glasses through philosopher's stone-as a universal dissol- which their mothers and nurses were convent as the elixir of immortality, but the tent to receive the rays of knowledge! discovery would be productive of the most Foolish men! to soar with waxen wings serious consequences in the great economy above the atmosphere of prejudice which of nature. Let us amuse ourselves, say surrounds the dwellings of their fathers ! they, with the pleasing delusio!18 of life, and Render not, Oye cons of men, the common not lose our time in scarching after realities. occurrences of life insipid, by your folly, Nature has hung out a thousand painted de- which you are pleased to dignify with the ceptions to hide from our eyes the real na- name of wisdom. ture of things. Is not this a sufficient inti Be as other men. Seize the rattle of folly; mation that that which is concealed is disa- dance to the piping of a giddy multitude; greeable? Is there any such thing as colors write treatires concerning eternity in the inherent in bodies? yet without this pleas- sand; build pyramids of snow to immortalize ing illusion, what a world of deformity your names; erect dams with grayhaired Bhould we have! Nature is the very grave children in the mountain torrent; and sport of abomination. Well : tear down the wall with your brother insects in the sunbeams of the whited sepulchre, and within you will of the evening.–But should truth present find—"rottenness and dead men's bones.” her flambeau to your eyes-the illusion is 0! ye creatures of the moinent, let us dance gone-the "painted clouds that beautify after the rainbow of hope, and revel in the our days" are vanished; and great God! light and airy fields of imagination. Let us what a waste—" dark dismal wild"-apskim lightly over the surface of nature: the pears! What a chaos of forms without flowers grow on the surface; and honey reality! What myriads of shadow's, withmay be extracted from flowers. Let us be out substance, fleet through a universe of content with the trimmings, the colorings, nonentities! the hangings that immediately meet the Fiction is lovely; O ye sons of men, reeye: they are designed to conceal the joice in her smiles: but' Ay from the chanigloomy walls of our azartment.

bers of Truth; she is a gorgon, a hydra, a Let us look back upon our past lives ind furyexamine our own minds, that we may see if What shall we say, when we hear the there be not more happiness in error thaŋ various opinions of men on these subject: ? in reality. Which have been our happiest What shall we do, but mourn over the folly, moments ? those, in which we have searched the imbecility, the insanity of man! successtully into the nature of things? those, in which the light of truth lias beamed upon our heads, and enabled us to discover, with

Desire of Distinction. precision, the surrounding objects? I am The desire of distinction is so strong in afraid that the result of our investigation the human mind, that men lay hold of any will be, that our davs of bliss were days of thing however insignificant that may render ignorance; iind we shall be led to conclude, thein conspicuous. Is a man, hy some acciwith the preacher, that in "much knowledge dent, a few inches taller than another, you there is much grief." Should we not rather may immediately perceive that he values endeavor to multiply these happy delusions himself on his towering figure. Is he well than to clear them away? If light discover set, and possessed of brawny limbs; you nothing but “sights of wo," had we not will find him, anxiously contending for prebetter remain in darkness? My sick brother eminence by measuring round the breast or is asleep; he-dreams of light, life and joy. taking the circumference of the thigh, with I see a smile on his countenance. Shall I his athletic competitors. awake him to a life of misery, sorrow and I cannot remember of having observed pain? Or shall I not rather remove every any of these candidates for fame who were intruding noise, darken the windows, and desirous of the distinction arising from th3 leave him to repose ?

proininence of their liellies; yet nothing is Children are happy : and were men con- inore common than to hear a man boast of tent to remain children through life, they having swallowed so many oysters, eaten so might be happy also. But when they be- many eggs, deroured so many pounds of come infatuated with the desire of know- beef steaks, &c. What honor do these ledge, and, with a daring hand, attempt to idiots espect to derive from the strength of remove the veil with which nature has th:eir stomachs or the capacity of their thought proper to cover the ark which con- paunches?

Why, they hope to have it said in some Juno. Mercury has lost his wand, and tavern or beerhause that " John Gorinand'is Pallas her egis. Etna and Lemnos remain; the damnedest iellow to eat that ever lived. but where is the blacksmith of Jupiter } He demolished, the other clay, at the sign of The wind raises the waves without the as. the Mousetrap, a whole round of teet, eat sistance of Folus, and the storm is calmed ten dozen of oysters, ten dozen of eggs, live without the interference of Neptune. "Bacpound of cheese, drank a gallon of beer, and chus is deprived of his thyrsis, and tho then re used to pay 2) cents for his dinner, mysteries of Ceres are secure from profanabecause there was not a sufficiency of pro- tion. Thetis and the nercids are no more; visions."

we hear not the shell of the tritons. The I knew two graziers to lay a very con- dryads and hamadryads have forsaken the siderable bet on who could eat the most woods, and the naiads deserted the fountains. lobster.—Both eat til they could net walk Hippocrene is dry; the muses have escaped and then let the matter undetermined. to heaven. The shepherds have lost the The gentlemen were wealthy; they did not protection of Pan, and the orchards the care gormandize for the money that was betted, of Pomont. Priapus has ceased to "fray but for the sake of an immortal name.

away' the birds, or interrupt the incantation Such men appear determined to deprive of witches. No longer “ Robin a Bobbin the Bigbellied Hen" of his long established superiority: of whose ex

Satyrs and sylvan boys are seen,

Peeping from forth their alleys green." ploits, in this way, it is recorded in heroic verse that he would eat more than three. The harpies are expelled froin their kingscore men;" that

dom ; and the sirens have ceased to practise

their allurements. ." A cow and a calf,

Charon has been shipwrecked in the Styx; “ An ox and a half, Was Robbiu a Bubbin's morning bit.'

Corberus has been deprived of his heads; And afterwards, it is sublimely added, and the snakes have been taken from the that

furies. Minos is no longer judge; Phlege

thion has ceased to burn; and the frogs of “He licked the ladle, and swallowed the spoon, hell have desisted froni croaking. The And was not full when all was done."

wheel of Ixion revolves no longer; the There are others, who are scarcely less Danaides have filled their urns; and Sisy. deserving of a statue-than those last men- phuş rests from his lators. The pythia is tioned, who plume themselves on having not forced to the tripod ; the cave of Trodrunk bottles of brandy, decanted dozens of phonins is neglected; and the smoke of the madeira, and swilled oceans of port. Such sacrifice has ceased to ascend. Where is heroes shall have a niche in the Temple of the oak of Dodona? where are the sibyls of Fame, abjut to be established under the di- Cuma ? rection of the savage Piumingo.

But there is one of the ancient divinities

who has maintained his situation in opposiTHEOLOGY.

tion to the efforts of philosophy and the beThe ancient Greeks and Roinans worship- nign influence of the gospel. He is wor.' ped a multitude of gods: the heavens, the shipped with more sincere devotion at this eirth, and hades swarmed with innumerable lay, than he has been at any former period. divinities. All the virtues and vices of His temples are crowded froin inorning until humanity, and all the operations of naturc, evening by humble volaries of all sexes and were under the direction of superintending ages. They do not serve him with “

"mere deities: and these gods being unaccountably lip service;" for they have “his law written prolific, there was no space leit in nature in their hearts." He is not the true God : that did not teem with their progeny. The yet they adore him with all their heart, progress of science and the light of the and with all their soul, and with all their gospel have contributed to lessen the num- strength, and with all their mind." They ber of immortals. Jupiter has forsaken the offer up at his shrine, as freewill offerings, Capitol, the thunder has been wrested from every thing that is precious and valuable. his hand, and the father of gods and men He is not Moloch: yet they make their is forgotten. Neptune has lost the dominion children pass through the fire for his sake. of the waves, and Pluto, the empire of the He is a very old god, and has performed shades. The sun is no longer in the chariot innumerable exploits of the most heroic kind. of Apollo, nor the moon under the regency A thousand volume: , iu folio, would not be of his sister. Paphos and Cyprus are dc sufficient to cor tain the thousandth part of scrted by Venus, and Samos and Argos by the wonders lie has effected. What are tho

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